So ... But ...

So, I adopted an impenetrabobble disguise.

But, as it turned out, it was actually quite penetrebobble, and the squirrel got the drop on me.

So I pointed to the east, and when Moose and Squirrel looked that way, Natasha and I went west.

But east is east and west is west, and the wrong one I had chose.

So, we hopped on a northbound train, using the aliases Oliver Klozoff and Amanda Hugginkiss.

But a sidewinder missile knocked the train off its tracks, off the bridge and into the piranha-infested river.

So we were relieved when the cow from the previous part of the story landed right next to us in the river inexplicably (although missing a few limbs and having sears on it sides,) and the piranhas started eating it instead.

But I couldn’t find Natasha anywhere.

So, I placed a personal ad on Craig’s List, hoping to find a new femme fatale sdekick.

But I only got responses from catfish, including one who was supposedly a Scottish paraplegic.

So I gave the Scottish parapalegic catfish a call and arranged a meeting.

But she didn’t show.

So I said screw it and headed home to feed my starving dog.

But my starving dog had eaten my cat.

So I made a note to get another cat from the pound later.

But the pound was ‘getting tired of this “dog ate my cat” nonsense’.

So they made me take a lie detector test.

But I failed on the question “Have you ever been arrested for loitering for the purposes of soliciting prostitution?”

Regards,
Shodan

So, I grabbed a random cat and ran for the door.

But the veterinarian grabbed a cat and pussywhipped me.